They'll Never Find Me Here


There is a little place on an empty Street
on the lonely side of town
where shadows hang and widows weep
in sorrow comes to drown,
where talk is cheapand thoughts are deep
in the sidewalk's stained with tears
Well, I've made my way and I mean to stay,
cause they'll never find me here.

Now the patrons here are the quiet type
they never fuss or fight
so it's just the spot for a guy like me
to spend a silent night
there's a place in every corner
for a man to disappear
twilight trades where the neon fades
they'll never find me here.

Here where my nights are free
here where I'll always be
here with the same old crowd
where I can hide behind a cloud

It's seen the sites, and I've crawled walls.
I've been loved, and I've been lost
I've chewed the fat, and I've spilled wine
with the blessed and the doublecrossed
I won't tell you all my troubles
they're just bubbles in my beer
let the schoolboys look in their history books
cause they'll never find me here

Well I've done this act in a thousand rooms
and I'm tired as I can be
they all love the show and it must go on
but it goes on without me.
Here's a dozen withered roses
And an empty cup of cheer
though my name, you'll see on the stone marquee
you'll never find me here




Steam Heat

next room over they're in the fight
buzz, flash, neon light
damn pipes gonna bang all night
steam heat

trucks shift gears when they go uphill
I'm on the run, and I can't stand still
cockroach sittin' on a windowsill
steam heat

Takeout chicken and Chinese food
chainstore whiskey gets you in the mood
a nasty package, and it does include
steam heat

Hang up sound on the telephone
broken heart in a house of stone
I have more fun when I drink alone

Bells chime down at the county seat
I heard gunshots in the street
we made love to the rumba beat
steam heat

The harvest Moon was big and red
lit up the clouds like an x-rayed head
I remember everything she said:

"don't trust someone you just met
don't tell lies that you might forget
don't lean where the paint is wet"
steam heat




Where Did the Good Times Go

a moonless night, an open road
an empty car with a heavy load
and a secret pain that will never show
where did the good times go

We pull the shades so no one knows
we put on dad and mothers close
but they never fit 'cause we never grow
where did the good times go

There are some things you can't take back
the river flows from north to south
and childhood ended with the kiss
that went inside your mouth



So sound of horn and ring the bell
we're dog food now for the hounds of hell
we've sown our seed where the wild winds blow,
and that's where the good times go




Almost like the truth

"Last call," when he hears that sound
his blood runs cold, and his eyes get narrow
"two more" with a clever line, a winning smile
and a little flash of gold
from an artificial tooth
and it's almost like the truth

She prays, not to compromise
her high ideals for the pull of her base desires
she tries not to see the line
on the sunburned hand
the left left ring finger, so,
she blames it on her youth
and it's almost like the truth

It's hard when you make that trade
the real world for the shadows on the wall
so warm in your cozy cave
the jukebox plays
and the waitress knows your name
you're safe inside your booth
and it's almost like the truth

Cheap booze in a fancy bottle
just isn't quite top shelf
no short shot goes down so sour
as the one you pour yourself

How far back did he lose desire
for that sweet little wife
and the house with the picket fence
tastes change, figure "what the heck
time goes by, and the kicks get hard-to-find
straight up and hold the fruit
ice cold, with no vermouth"
and it's almost like the truth




The Stone

every night, when the war is over
when the world around me seems to turn the other way
walking home with the day behind me
the fallen ones remind me I could stumble on a stone

just a little stone beneath my feet
could make me fall into the street
just a little stone, nothing much at all
could make me stumble and fall

every night, when I'm going under
there is a voice beside me I can't seem to chase away
"follow me, where the night remembers
there is a world behind the world
a place you've never seen"

just a little stone beneath my feet
could make me fall into the street
just a little stone, nothing much at all
could make me stumble and fall

endless streets, friendless nights
if I should fall, where shadows pool
and dreams take flight....

just a little stone beneath my feet
could make me fall into the street
just a little stone, nothing much at all
could make me stumble and fall




Mr Moon

Mr. Moon I see you're out tonight
alone on the milky way
well I am too, it's me and you
Mr. Moon

High and dry you're such a lucky guy
above all these cares and woes
you look so free. I'd like to be
Mr. Moon

Mr. Moon, my friend and confidant
the lightbulb above my head
a bright idea I'm glad to see ya
Mr. Moon

Be my guide, and we can take a ride
wild on the desert wind
we'll hang around some lonesome town
Mr. Moon



A friend like you can mean a lot
when Lady luck has laid you down
and you're the only friend I've got in town



Mr. Moon I see you're out tonight
alone on the milky way
well I am too, it's me and you
Mr. Moon




Last Good Kiss

I'm going down to Rita's place to take a look around,
but look is all I'm gonna do tonight
just another lonely guy, with more desires than sense
still I'd like to be around to see the light

It was just about a year ago we went our separate ways
it scared me so I feel your lips grow strange
but I woke up to something that was scarier than that.
I didn't know how much the world had changed

you're the last good kiss,
has it really come to this
near the last good kiss I had
you're the last goodnight
to really do me right
you're the last good kiss I had

I was sitting in some bar room feeling sorry for myself
when a femme fatale returned my bitter smile
she made some dirty smalltalk and went home to wash her dog
the Dolce Vita is going out of style

you're the last good kiss,
yes it's really come to this
near the last good kiss I had
you're the last goodnight
to really do me right
you're the last good kiss I had

we look before we leap
when we go to bed we go to sleep
it just gets worse and worse
Judas paved the way
now we've all got hell to pay
I'm afraid we've grown accustomed to the curse

you're the last good kiss,
and it's not your smile I miss
near the last good kiss I had
you're the last goodnight
to really do me right
you're the last good kiss I had


Going to Hell

Go fetch me a sausage and a bottle of beer
'cause this time tomorrow I'll be miles from here
I won't need a compass there won't be a star
I'll just follow this road until it runs out of tar

Well I'm not giving notice or paying my bills
I'm not telling the children or leaving a will
no long explanations just some smoke and a sigh
I'm forgetting all this in the wink of an eye

And it's hell, hell I'm going to hell
I won't say goodbye and I don't wish you well.
It's away, hey, I've got nothing to say
I'm going to hell so get out of my way

I'm sick of the papers they bore me to death
and those nightly newscasters are wasting their breath
I'm tired of the worries, the wars and the woes
so I'm turning my back and I'm thumbing my nose

I'm taking some money and a fine pair of shoes
some flashy sunglasses and a bottle of booze
my porno collection and a pistol of course
and I'm loading it all on a Budweiser horse



And it's hell, hell I'm going to hell
I won't say goodbye and I don't wish you well
It's away, hey, I've got nothing to say
I'm going to hell so get out of my way


Far from the rolling blue ocean
far from the fields of green
it's brimstone and brine
and vinegar wine
I'm going where people are mean


There the men dress like women and the women don't dress
they all lie and cheat, and they never confess
they smoke in the restaurants and drink when they drive
and say what they please, before counting to five

There's no courtesy window, and you don't stand in line
You push to the front or you get left behind
cocktails are made with the jigger of bile
and a knife in the back is a popular style

And it's hell, hell I'm going to hell
I won't say goodbye and I don't wish you well
It's away, hey, I've got nothing to say
I'm going to hell so get out of my way


I've had drinks with the devil, and he's not a bad sort
He's a crafty old joker with a keen eye for sport
he lives with the homeless and he laughs with the poor
he hears all their troubles and he hands them some more

you can go with your friends or you can go all alone
but I'm calling old scratch on a cellular phone
so give me your name and I'll save you a place
cause they don't let you in for just showing your face


And it's hell, hell I'm going to hell
I won't say goodbye and I don't wish you well
It's away, hey, I've got nothing to say
I'm going to hell so get out of my way




Roll 'em Again

I've seen that face before somewhere in a dream
broke out in a cold sweat, and woke up with a scream
I've heard that voice before somewhere in a song
but every time I tried to sing the words came out all wrong

Roll 'em again
snake eyes
roll 'em again
snake eyes
role 'em again
snake eyes
snake eyes roll 'em again

I felt that touch before, in some smoky bar
send a shiver down my back and left me with a scar
I've seen those footprints somewhere down by the railroad tracks
follow them to far my friend, you never will come back

Roll 'em again
snake eyes
roll 'em again
snake eyes
role 'em again
snake eyes
snake eyes roll 'em again








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